With the holidays behind them, the licentious trio began their scheming. Irina informed Sally that they were available anytime it was convenient for her; they decided on Thursday, two days hence. Thanking Irina for their Christmas gift, Sally said she’d give them a viewing when they got together. It had been almost three weeks; she missed them.
Arriving at the Beacon, Sally headed up to the usual suite with the leather getup in her tote. There were the usual kisses, hugs and expressions of endearment that always preceded their debauchery. Stepping into the bedroom, Sally changed into the outfit her friends had gotten for her; she liked the way she looked. Franco and Irina also liked the way she looked. Sexy as it was, it wasn’t as sexy as when she was naked, which she soon was, as they entered the bedroom.
They had arrived at a routine where the time before dinner was for the women; post-dinner was for Franco. It was fine with him, he loved watching. Naked, they lay on the bed, his beautiful, elegant wife, still in her prime as she entered middle age and her nubile young lover. It was a sight to behold as they began their passionate lovemaking. Always the same, playful at first and then building to a volcanic eruption of moans and pleasurable squeals as they brought each other to climax.
A knock on the door disturbed their reverie as Patrick, their favorite room service guy, arrived with dinner. As usual, they answered the door without getting dressed. Always a bit of a flirt, Patrick took notice of Irina’s now shaved pussy and commented on how becoming it was. Taking his hand and putting it between her legs she said, “And it feels great too.” It was the first time another man, besides her husband, had ever touched her in an intimate way.
As Sally made herself available, Patrick leaned in and kissed her breast, brushing her nipple with his tongue. Franco’s entrance into the room put an end to this little idyll as Patrick hurriedly exited. On the way to the service elevator, he stepped into the janitor’s closet and masturbated.
Dinner discussion centered around what a bust Key West and the BDSM fest was. It turned out to be a low-rent affair of drinking, drug use, and unrestrained sexual activity. Everyone, of course, wanted to fuck Irina, infuriating Franco. Nonetheless, they agreed to give Abyss, a club the Carinis had already been to, a try.
Located in Quincy, Abyss was situated in a deconsecrated church close to downtown. A private club, it was open to the public on Thursday night; Friday and Saturday were for members. Limited to couples, it drew a mixture of voyeurs, exhibitionists, some serious BDSM people and more than a few poseurs. Leather was the preferred attire while some wore lingerie and most exhibited some degree of nudity.
There was also a socialization area with tables and a non-alcoholic bar; if you wanted anything strong you had to bring it in. On the periphery were staging areas with benches, crosses, ropes, slings, and bondage paraphernalia. While some of it looked pretty forbidding, on Thursday, it was mostly for use by amateurs.
Arriving at eleven, the threesome checked their winter coats and entered the almost tropical heat of the club. Franco carried a portmanteau with a bottle of champagne and some of their purchases from Key West. Taking a turn around the club, they drew a fair amount of attention. Franco was wearing tight leather pants and no shirt, exposing his powerful-looking, hairy chest. Irina in a leather skirt, boots, and a bustier that left little of her ample bosom to the imagination, was eclipsed by the scantily and provocatively dressed Sally.
Sharing the champagne they discussed what they imagined doing. Franco, needless to say, would be the dom and the women his submissives. The bag held handcuffs, nipple clamps, a strap-on, and a blindfold. Nothing, to Sally, seemed all that exotic, and as far as being submissive she thought what could be more submissive than getting on your knees and sucking a man’s cock, something she really enjoyed. She was game.
They found one of the many areas with whipping benches and a sling. Irina, an ardent exhibitionist, removed her bustier and was prepared to be Franco’s assistant in the humiliation of their young lover. Franco lost no time in handcuffing Sally’s arms behind her back and tying a blindfold across her eyes. Acting almost like a magician’s assistant, Irina then proceeded to undress Sally as a small crowd gathered to watch this attractive troika perform. On her knees to remove Sally’s stockings and heels, Irina took advantage of the position to get a taste of her young inamorata’s pussy. Everyone likes watching women have sex with each other; the number of spectators grew.
Roughly kissing the now naked Sally, Franco applied the nipple clamps. Sally winced as he then forcefully inserted most of his hand into her vagina. He then bent her over the bench and asked her if she had been bad. She answered, saying she had been very bad. His first few strikes to her ass were playful, her response was, “Harder.” She found it arousing.
With each, now forceful, smack Sally wailed and waited for the relief that would come with Irina’s new penetrative toy. She wasn’t disappointed, the huge dildo managed to touch every pleasure-producing nerve ending in her now sopping pussy. Franco, pulling her head up by the hair, gave her a mouthful of his rock-hard dick. She dutifully gave him what he wanted.
It all ended with climactic squealing and a mouthful of ejaculate as they then kissed and hugged each other before their appreciative audience. Totally spent, they retrieved their coats and headed for home. Exhausted, they lacked their usual post mischief jocularity.
Her ardor for sexual experimentation sated, Sally focused on her studies. In the library one evening she passed a familiar-looking young man at one of the tables. A covert glance confirmed her suspicion; it was Patrick. Wrestling with what to do, he had to have seen her, she walked over and said, “Hi.” Needless to say, it was awkward for her but the good-natured Patrick put her at ease with a friendly smile and an exuberant greeting.
Not wanting to disturb others with their conversation, they crossed the quad to the student dining hall for a cup of coffee. When she mentioned the Beacon he dismissed it and moved the conversation to talk of home, family, school, and other friendly areas. He was smart, engaging, and great looking, she hoped she had a chance with him. On parting, she gave him her number and prayed he’d call.
A few days later he did call and they agreed to grab a bite. Sally felt that before anything could proceed they needed to discuss the events he had witnessed at the hotel. Patrick was a judge not lest ye be judged guy with a past he didn’t enjoy talking about. The air was clear and they had a great time, it was the beginning of something.
It was also the end of something for the Carinis. When Sally explained she was seeing someone and wanted to focus on actually having a real relationship they were disappointed yet gracefully happy for their young friend. They knew what they had couldn’t go on forever.
After graduation Patrick, now with a law degree, was headed to Brooklyn and a federal clerkship. Sally was headed to Wall Street and a job at Goldman Sachs. They decided to share an apartment in Brooklyn’s Park Slope neighborhood where Patrick’s family resided.